Walk with me, hand in hand, down the narrow winding cobblestone streets of a Moorish Spanish hilltop town squeezed between the sierras and the sea. Let's get lost exploring the brilliant white and ancient labyrinthine alleyways, wandering past iron-grilled windows and balconies and Baroque church domes. Kiss me against dark oak barrels in a sherry bodega, the taste of fino on our lips, the dense aroma of raisins, must, and citrus in the air. Sit with me under the moonlight in the palm and pomegranate tree filled plaza as we watch the passionate movements of the Flamenco dancers, the furious rhythm of the Gypsy guitars in sync with the beats of our hearts.
And there hidden along the long empty white sand beach with the pine woods as our canopy and the mint leaves beneath us as our bed, as I look up at you and see the moon and the endless sky above .... tell me that in your heart my love has finally found the safest hiding place.
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